A handsome young man in tight jeans and an even tighter t-shirt that hugged every curve of every muscle sang into the microphone, hips swaying slightly as the climax to the rhythm swelled behind him on the strings of the bassist's guitar. Twenty thousand voices cheered, most of them women and not just a few men who were moved as much by hormonal induced fantasies as the lyrics of the rock n’ roll. Who needed the sea when you bewitch a stadium full of adoring fans?